Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"What?" Both Song Wuqing and Qin Xiong couldn't help shouting, stood up, and asked nervously, "Do you know what that person looks like?"

Yan Qiaotian had a calm expression on his face. He kept looking down at the teacup in his hand, watching a few broken pieces floating gently on the water, and slowly stretching his body.

"Boss, why aren't you curious?" Song Wuqing looked at Yan Qiaotian anxiously and asked.

Yan Qiaotian put down the teacup in his hand, and smiled helplessly: "What's there to be curious about, isn't this the person we came out to find?"

"If that person is still there, wouldn't we be able to meet up sooner?" Song Wuqing grabbed Yan Qiaotian's arm and said nervously.

Yan Qiaotian stood up slowly, staring at the Shuanmu behind the door, and said: "Shi Laoliu has already said that this happened half a month ago, even if we are in a hurry to find it, we may not be able to find it. If that's the case, why don't you feel at ease, maybe good luck will come?"

Shi Laoliu also stood up, with a respectful face on his face, he shrugged, smiled and said to Yan Qiaotian: "I didn't expect the master to be so determined at such a young age, I'm afraid I will be ashamed of myself."

Yan Qiaotian's smile grew stronger. After looking at the three of them, he said: "Except for you Shi Lao Liu, there is probably no one in this room who is older than me. It's kind of weird to me."

Shi Laoliu lowered his head and smiled unnaturally, but Song Wuqing who was at the side couldn't laugh anymore, he said anxiously: "Boss, although this happened half a month ago, but the other party didn't Knowing that we already know of his existence, maybe he still stays here out of relaxation, that is also unknown."

"Since you said so, well, then you and Qin Xiong will go out and find out. As for me, I haven't slept all night. I'm going to sleep now." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she walked out without looking back. out of the house.

Shi Laoliu looked at Song Wuqing with a dejected face, and said with a smile: "I have always heard that the smiling gentleman always smiles when he sees people, why hasn't he smiled since he entered the door today? Is it because of the leader?" Or is it because of someone else?"

After Shi Laoliu finished speaking, without waiting for Song Wuqing to reply, he walked out of the room without looking back.

Song Wuqing had long felt that something was wrong with him, but he just didn't want to admit it, so he turned his head away from Qin Xiong's surprised gaze, and said to himself: "It's ridiculous that I would be unhappy, I don't know how much Happy, hum." After speaking, he flung his sleeves and ran out of the room as if fleeing.

Qin Xiong stayed where he was alone. Although he was a little dazzled by what happened in front of him, he still couldn't restrain his smile, and his cheeks were rosy.

After nightfall, Song Wuqing and Qin Xiong went out to check the news, while Yan Qiaotian came to Wu Fugan's house. Although he had been fed medicine today, he still didn't wake up. His calm face was still pale. And the chapped lips seemed to be telling Yan Qiaotian the pain he had suffered these days.

Yan Qiaotian sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly savored it while looking at the person on the bed.

He was conflicted in his heart. He hoped that the other party would wake up soon, and hoped that the other party would never wake up. These two thoughts seemed to be two huge forces, torn apart in his heart, making him feel a little irritable.

I don't know how long it took, but the person on the bed moved slightly and let out a murmur of panting.

"Well, it hurts..."

Although Yan Qiaotian heard the voice, he didn't get up. He was still sitting there calmly, looking at the person who had woken up calmly.

Wu Fuqian opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment at first sight. He struggled to get up, and his eyes suddenly went dark. By the bed curtain, I looked around.

Yan Qiaotian watched Wu Fuqian's movements coldly. He could have gone up to help, but in the end he didn't put down the teacup in his hand, nor did he get up.

"You..." Wu Fuqian's voice was a little hoarse, his face full of surprise.

Yan Qiaotian put down the half-drunk teacup and said calmly, "Are you following me?"

Wu Fuqian showed his usual smile and said, "You are my wife, who should I follow if I don't follow you?"

Yan Qiaotian smiled contemptuously, and then said coldly: "Wu Fuqian, you'd better be careful what you say, some of these jokes are acceptable, and some are not."

There was a trace of disappointment in Wu Fuqian's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal and said, "Then the big boss is going to be killed or cut?"

Yan Qiaotian took a deep breath, then smiled slightly and said, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Dare, there are things in the martial arts that the masters dare not do, but I just want to find my Xiaolang, is there something wrong?" Wu Fuqian struggled to get off the bed, leaning on the bed curtain With a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Why did you save me?"

Yan Qiaotian glanced at his face, and slowly said: "Ants are still living by stealth, why do you give up on yourself like this?"

Wu Fuqian moved slowly to the table, looked at the motionless Yan Qiaotian, and said, "Without Xiaolang, what use is it for me to stay in this world?"

Yan Qiaotian moved her eyes, sighed secretly, and said, "So, you always knew that I was using you?"

"Hmph, I know, but I am willing." Wu Fuqian replied.

"When did you know?" Yan Qiaotian asked.

"Do you still remember the night before going back to Aotianmen? You changed into clean clothes, do you really think I don't know anything about it?" Wu Fuqian said with a slight smile.

Yan Qiaotian was startled. Although he knew that he had some flaws, he had always felt that Wu Fugan was just a dude, and even though he felt something was wrong, he would not take it to heart. Unexpectedly, in the end, he He was the one who was kept in the dark.

"You always knew that I was Yan Qiaotian?" Yan Qiaotian picked up the teacup on the table again, glanced at him, and asked calmly.

Wu Fuqian supported the table, carefully sat down opposite him, and then panted slightly: "No, I never doubted that you were from the Qingyun Club, I always thought you were just some people I offended, sent here Just waiting for an opportunity to kill me."

"Then you still bring me with you?" Yan Qiaotian stared at the other party without knowing why, eyes slightly closed, Wu Fuqian brought too many surprises to himself tonight.

Wu Fuqian looked at Yan Qiaotian, with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, and the upward arc of the corner of his eyes was very beautiful. He didn't avoid Yan Qiaotian's eyes, and said affectionately: "Have you never heard of the big boss, the peony blossoms?" Is it romantic to be a ghost?"